[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat baby)

[Verse]
I'm back and charged up, bitch, I'm still in shock
Got a fifty round drum, tryna fit a Glock
On a Out The Slums verse, first to mention switches
Can't even whip out on these n***as 'cause these n***as bitches
And nowadays your rap blogs, they support the snitches
And fuck the government, they got protection for the witness
But they ain't got nothin' for the younger n***a in the trenches
And wonder why these lil' n***as turnin' into gremlins
Your chunky 10 millimeter, that's a large pistol
You gotta cover me with bands likе some scar tissue
N***as dyin', you don't ride, you just start dissin'
You lil' n***as nеver slide like your cars missin'
Syrup got me agitated, fuck around and whizz on
Limbs must have got amputated, we ain't see you step once
Make sure I should be aggravated, rifle shoot the Teflon, uh (Uh)
Used to have them glasses, I was Urkel, now I'm Stefan
Icy, drummer chain pricey
Hammer so big, cut a hole in my white tee
I did all the steppin', I should have my own Nike's
I know n***as welcomin' me home don't like me
I'm back and I'm still strapped, loaded in the backseat
Seatbelt click like the blick when we clap heat
Escalade seat warmest, bitch, it's just a button
Choppa turn his fake-ass steppers to some athletes
Track and field, I'm slidin' still, so lit that I don't have to yield
Yellow diamonds lookin' like the corn growin' in Vacaville
I bought me some land in there, a farmer when I have to chill
Every time it's harvest season, snatchin' snats up out the field
Indoor, out, don't know n***a how to tattletale
N***as be so broke they couldn't tell you if your diamonds real
Or tell you what a Aston is, he thought I drove a Genesis
The logo look the same, but check the changes, see the differences
Sum it up, I'm rich as shit, you got lit, I was with yo' bitch
Only time these rappers goin' viral is when these n***as snitch
Guess I should've folded like the Samsung Galaxy
Bitch, I keep a blower like I got a lot of allergies
Sneeze, easy, bitch, they call me greedy
Prison time was hard, studio time easy
I did so much steppin I can battle Chris Breezy
Dancin' on the brick, brainwashed by Jeezy
Thug motivation, all my n***as 103 me
Bitch, I been that n***a right there like Chingy
Goin' back to Cali' 'cause I know my city need me
We lost Nipsey Hussle, lost Kobe, lost Gigi
Lost Drakeo the Ruler, lost Ketchy from the Stinc Team
Missed all of they funerals 'cause Texas ain't release me
Please do not be stupid, how you movin' when you meet me?
Better have a glizzy and a shooter when you greet me
[Outro]
Bitch, I'm still in shock
Bitch, I'm still in shock